implored me, while I spent my spooky tour of the Valley of Mirrored Sphere in Bailandia, which ended my bad trance soon. Here and there vast depressions filled with smoke smelling of charred vinyl acetate, plastic coated paper corrupted and unreadable revealed the ravages perpetrated by eternal fire. The asci are accumulated at the edge of the narrow path and the cliffs, before unfathomable, were crammed with rhythmic waste. So with the little light I had to classify the surrounding scab, I watched the most incredible collected specimens that could conceive the disco genre. I walked through a gorge that led me to the essence of the prevailing mishaps. Little by little I could do me the courage to face the stench of cultural abandonment, and thereby discover objects that were familiar to me. Dropped at random, were stacked scores of forgotten songs, once successful, one of which caught my attention. It was "Born to be alive" Patrick Hernandez. My moaning memory could still evoke his fleeting chorus tamped by time.
.
"Time WAS on my side
When I was running down the street,
It Was so fine, fine, fine
A suitcase and an old guitar
and Something New to Occupy
my mind, mind, mind
You see You Were Born, born,
born to be alive. "
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.
more dung was hinted at my being absorbed. One home burned half of the album" Tear Down These Walls "by Billy Ocean, hidden, shameful, the only album Jazzy Mel, fused with a magazine of the Ritchie Family. At his side lay a cassette tape without Eddy Grant, labeled "Live at the Country Club of Banfield.
Everywhere-spreading shame so hurried my steps to leave the dullness that washed over me. Later, I saw pieces of memoranda faint-hearted as that of the Phonogram label, which Lipps Inc. congratulated the success of "Pucker up" a copy of the recession of the contract under which expelled its BMG Boney M. staff due to the failure of its "Eye Dance", and what else I was moved: the organization of the campaign that the duo Milli Vanilli exalted to the status of superstars.
Ah, but what was I doing in this festival of demise? At the same time weaving a number of assumptions, my feet were facing a limited edition of "Rock Solid" by Commodores, and my body sank into a quagmire of sticky resin. The last thing I could see, before vanishing, was an inner envelope torn the album "Unite" by Kool & the Gang, and a flexidisc , and become sad ashtray, Denise LaSalle, because I was unconscious fetid liquid to a natural latrine in which floated over artistic insults. I woke with a start, and as I swam the dirt, I got to shore. From that angle I could see a hill in the center of the filthy lake, which, as a sanctuary, showed several examples of "Renaissance" of the band logo California sound disc: Village People. I noticed I was not alone in these parts of hell, and that the tent had been erected purposely by creatures of the underworld. Then I realized that this was a sign of confused beings who loved this work harmful.
With remains of reissues of "Rockollection", Laurent Voulzy, "Emotional Rescue" Rolling Stones, and the maxi-single "It's alright" by Gino Soccio, built a raft and paddled up to that altar. There I found an outdated video player invited to be on, but no sooner had I put the first song ("Do you want to spend the night"), were projected onto the cliffs demonic images of dancers dressed coiffeurs , who started an outrageous dance I do not remember having seen or Total Music. mannered performers that left very poor showing to the authors of "Macho Man" and "YMCA" monstrous numbers allegedly accompanied the new romantic , unambiguous evidence that the Village People were no longer those funny pseudo gay with trappings police chief, builder, sailor, biker and cowboy, but scavengers spectra eighties postmodern rivals the worst joke.
The nightmare never seemed to end, but fortunately, the bell of the house woke me up announcing a vendor dusters.
Regardless of bad dream, "Renaissance" I found one of the most colossally stupid ideas in the entire history of this style is not exactly noted for his brilliance. The failed hit "5 o'clock in the morning", the despicable "Action man" (if Devo, deserves the electric chair), plus "Big Mac" and "Diet", possible leftovers from the film "Can not stop the music ", give us a clear picture of what these guys were embarrassed in 1981. Had they become punks? I say this because "Food Fight" sounds like a bad tribute band Ramones, including a Farfisa organ very out of context.
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Epilogue Many thanks to the great Dante Alighieri, by so much inspiration, and a million thanks to Village People, having been the cause of that in my teens have chosen the hard road of rock, rather than the comfortable highway to hedonism shopkeeper.
Everywhere-spreading shame so hurried my steps to leave the dullness that washed over me. Later, I saw pieces of memoranda faint-hearted as that of the Phonogram label, which Lipps Inc. congratulated the success of "Pucker up" a copy of the recession of the contract under which expelled its BMG Boney M. staff due to the failure of its "Eye Dance", and what else I was moved: the organization of the campaign that the duo Milli Vanilli exalted to the status of superstars.
Ah, but what was I doing in this festival of demise? At the same time weaving a number of assumptions, my feet were facing a limited edition of "Rock Solid" by Commodores, and my body sank into a quagmire of sticky resin. The last thing I could see, before vanishing, was an inner envelope torn the album "Unite" by Kool & the Gang, and a flexidisc , and become sad ashtray, Denise LaSalle, because I was unconscious fetid liquid to a natural latrine in which floated over artistic insults. I woke with a start, and as I swam the dirt, I got to shore. From that angle I could see a hill in the center of the filthy lake, which, as a sanctuary, showed several examples of "Renaissance" of the band logo California sound disc: Village People. I noticed I was not alone in these parts of hell, and that the tent had been erected purposely by creatures of the underworld. Then I realized that this was a sign of confused beings who loved this work harmful.
With remains of reissues of "Rockollection", Laurent Voulzy, "Emotional Rescue" Rolling Stones, and the maxi-single "It's alright" by Gino Soccio, built a raft and paddled up to that altar. There I found an outdated video player invited to be on, but no sooner had I put the first song ("Do you want to spend the night"), were projected onto the cliffs demonic images of dancers dressed coiffeurs , who started an outrageous dance I do not remember having seen or Total Music. mannered performers that left very poor showing to the authors of "Macho Man" and "YMCA" monstrous numbers allegedly accompanied the new romantic , unambiguous evidence that the Village People were no longer those funny pseudo gay with trappings police chief, builder, sailor, biker and cowboy, but scavengers spectra eighties postmodern rivals the worst joke.
The nightmare never seemed to end, but fortunately, the bell of the house woke me up announcing a vendor dusters.
Regardless of bad dream, "Renaissance" I found one of the most colossally stupid ideas in the entire history of this style is not exactly noted for his brilliance. The failed hit "5 o'clock in the morning", the despicable "Action man" (if Devo, deserves the electric chair), plus "Big Mac" and "Diet", possible leftovers from the film "Can not stop the music ", give us a clear picture of what these guys were embarrassed in 1981. Had they become punks? I say this because "Food Fight" sounds like a bad tribute band Ramones, including a Farfisa organ very out of context.
n
Epilogue Many thanks to the great Dante Alighieri, by so much inspiration, and a million thanks to Village People, having been the cause of that in my teens have chosen the hard road of rock, rather than the comfortable highway to hedonism shopkeeper.
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Village People in a medieval banquet where they eat the best cuts of meat best artists "serious" album of the genre. In what later defecated there was "Renaissance."
OTHER identical copies: "Fox on the box" (1982) or "Sex over the phone" (1985).
ANTIDOTE: "Village People" (1977).
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